The swaying Tiger tank was not very stable on the rugged ruins road. The bricks and rubble that were constantly being rolled over under the tracks made the Tiger tank's turret shake a little, but perhaps that was why the Tiger tank was so stable.
A Tiger tank looks even more ferocious and terrifying, extremely intimidating.
The Red Army soldiers stationed in the core area of the village now don't even have an anti-tank gun. The only anti-armor weapons in their hands are a few anti-tank guns that are extremely difficult to use against Tiger tanks. This
It is also the only portable long-range anti-armor weapon besides anti-tank guns.
"Aim at the Kraut's tanks and fire!"
The young captain was greeting the soldiers holding anti-tank rifles to quickly set up their guns and shoot. The soldier responsible for the anti-tank took out a 14.5 mm bullet from the ammunition bag he carried with him, which was much larger than the Deshka machine gun bullet.
The pointed armor-piercing bullet was loaded into the chamber, and according to his past successful experience, he quickly pointed the black muzzle at the upper observation window.
This is the common weakness of almost all German tanks. They had done the same thing before when they destroyed the No. 4 and No. 3 tanks. It was the first time that the Red Army soldiers faced such a powerful and heavy Tiger tank. They could only pray silently in their hearts that this would help them.
It works.
"Must succeed!"
boom--
When the fingertip pulls the trigger, a powerful combustion chemical energy bursts out. The moment the hot 14.5mm armor-piercing warhead flies out of the muzzle brake, the soldier who is familiar with the temperament of the weapon in his hand and is prepared accordingly,
Immediately, he felt a powerful recoil on his shoulder that was like being kicked by a donkey.
The armor-piercing projectile flying at high speed hit the bull's-eye, accurately hitting the observation window in the armored area on the front of the Tiger tank body, but what happened next was obviously completely contrary to the hoped-for result.
The heavy Tiger tank continued to move forward, and the armor-piercing bullet hit the crossbar partition of the observation window on the front of the Tiger tank, not the gap for the driver to observe the scene outside the vehicle. 102 on the front of the tank
The physical thickness of the armor, coupled with the protective performance of the beam itself, is simply not something that the 14.5mm Simonov anti-tank rifle can deal with.
The Tiger tank that suddenly took a black shot was obviously not driven by a rookie crew. The slowly rotating turret at least showed that the Tiger tank had sensed the crisis and immediately responded accordingly.
The soldier who failed to score a single blow was still reloading. There were still a few usable armor-piercing bullets in the canvas ammunition pocket slung across his waist. How could he give up so easily before the ammunition was completely exhausted? He, the whole village
All Red Army comrades have no retreat behind them. Giving up at this time is equivalent to complete failure.
Relying on the commander's command tower with a relatively good field of vision, Wittmann finally noticed the initiator and strangeness of all this a few seconds after his precious car was shot.
"Eleven o'clock, the Russian's anti-tank rifle! Load high-explosive shells, turn the main gun and kill it!"
In most cases, those Russians who regard human life as insignificant will rush back one after another to re-operate the anti-tank weapons and equipment whose operators have been killed. The more valuable and scarce weapons are, the more so it seems. It seems that the weapons themselves
It should be much more precious than human life.
Wittmann had encountered this situation more than once before. Wittmann, who was well aware of this, decided to kill him directly this time to avoid future troubles and kill the Russian anti-tank rifleman together.
The gun itself was blasted to pieces, all blown up by the cannon, and the broken gun continued to sound after a while, creating trouble for itself.
"Loading completed!"
"Aimed!"
"Fire!"
boom--
The Tiger tank's turret speed is not slow at all when it is moving. The turret, supported by the electric steering machine, can aim the muzzle at the target in front of it in just a moment.
A roar of the main gun bursting with flames suddenly sounded, and the explosion smoke from the anti-tank rifle position not far away almost simultaneously rose into the sky, causing dust to fly.
When the fire and flames dissipated, only the crater left by the high-explosive grenade bombardment of the 88mm main gun remained. All other things and people completely disappeared with the explosion of the shell.
"Done! That Russian guy is finished! By the way, it also blew up an unlucky guy. I guess he's dead."
The gunner who had killed the target with just one shot was excitedly reporting on the results he had just achieved. Wittmann, who was holding the commander's command tower in front of him, could also see clearly. There was indeed a person who couldn't see clearly.
The Russian was thrown away by the blast wave.
Although the injury was probably not fatal based on the distance of the explosion just now, Wittmann always felt that the Russian guy who was thrown upside down by the shock wave looked familiar, as if he had seen him there before.
It's just that even I can't remember the specific time and place, and I can't even confirm whether this is just an illusion of overthinking. The cruel battle against time obviously does not allow Wittmann to continue on such a trivial matter.
waste time.
"Maybe I saw it wrong, I often get dazzled recently..."
After prevaricating himself, Wittmann ordered the car to stop, preparing to continue firing on the spot to annihilate high-value and threatening enemy targets. His astute eyes scanned every visible corner of the battlefield in front of him like a hawk, trying not to let go.
Over every detail.
On the other side, Malashenko, who was thrown backward by the sudden shot and fell heavily, was breathing heavily with difficulty, holding the ground with one hand, trying to get up from the ground.
Keep doing something.
"Huh...huh...ha..."
Malashenko felt that he was not injured at all, and even if he was injured, it was most likely just a skin injury caused by shrapnel.
However, the feeling of suffocation and shortness of breath in his chest, as if someone had hit him hard with a demolition hammer, could not be shaken off immediately. It made Malashenko, who had difficulty breathing, even feel a little confused.
"Comrade Brigadier, Comrade Brigadier! Oh my god, are you...are you okay!?"
Varosha, who ducked out of the corner of the traffic ditch, saw at a glance Malashenko holding a submachine gun as a walking stick, with his other hand on the ground, kneeling on one knee, gasping for air, fearing that
Malashenko had Varosha running forward, almost rolling and crawling.
"Drink... uh, leave me alone, I'm fine, I won't die yet!"
"But Comrade Brigade Commander..."
"Shut up! Listen to my order! Organize the soldiers to continue fighting, and shrink the defensive circle if necessary!"
"Don't let the soldiers make unnecessary sacrifices. The infantry alone cannot defeat the German tigers. Move towards Lavrinenko and the others! There should be remaining tanks on their side, so act quickly! Hurry!"